It was just as stuffy inside Mountain View Tower.
Those goddamn patrol disciples hadn't let their fellow sect members install a cooling and heat-dispelling Array in Mountain View Tower.
But that was fine. When some of their brothers returned to the mountain, they'd find that person and use a bit of "fist-to-face reasoning" to make him change his tune.
The three of them walked outside, leaned against the railing, and enjoyed the cool breeze.
Brother Wu said, "There are wondrous arts in the Cultivation Realm that can summon a person's soul."
"When someone dies far from home, their friends and family, fearing they might be lonely and lost, will sometimes use such methods to call their soul back."
He chuckled.
"However, when used in combat, this art has the effect of forcibly dragging a person's Divine Thought or remnant soul back into their body."
"This, of course, is a malicious act."
Bai Mo and An Caiwei listened, completely befuddled.
'They're clearly greenhorns.'
